Can you play? // Christy & Stephen
Stephen raised his eyebrows at the angry response; maybe he really should have kept walking. Still, he was only trying to be nice. Maybe he’d startled her. Except, she’d seemed equally as angry at everyone else who passed by…
“I wasn’t planning to put money in it,” Stephen said, and then before he could think about it, “Generally you have to actually be playing music for that.” He bit his lip, but if this woman was going to be snappy, he could too.
“I was just asking,” he said, shrugging, so maybe he was a little nosy. He was a reporter after all. Not that he did much field work….”You seem upset, and people don’t usually lounge around on sidewalks for no reason.”
Fixing her eyes determinedly on the man, Christy raised her eyebrows in a rather softer version of her usual scowl, her dark eyes emitting sparks, as per usual. Normally it scared children, but if you were used to it, the sparks could be pretty. Just. Nobody seemed to think that way about Christy even though they knew her.
"I do have a reason," she snapped as soon as she could, though did sound a bit calmer this time. Looking the man up and down one quick time, Christy got up in a swift movement, bending down again to pick up the guitar. The man had burst her angry bubble of sitting down acting like a three-year-old, so Christy decided it was past time she moved around a little. "And I can’t play the guitar, otherwise I would have."
She was not going to thank him for asking, even though his jawline made her want to, just to win him over. Hanging her bag over her shoulder, she surveyed him now when she stood.
"I’m Christy," she said through pursed lips, making an eye-roll downwards and then up, to meet the man’s gaze. She didn’t know why she never looked at somebody when she said her name, but it made her annoyed with herself, so her usual scowl reappeared in her face right on time. "And my musician didn’t turn up on time. Actually he didn’t turn up at all."
God, she wasn’t actually good at this. Making conversation. With strangers. Well, it wasn’t for lack of confidence. Whatever she did, Christy thought she did perfectly perfect. She didn’t budge. Just. Yeah.